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lightwork freestyle - tremz lyrics

[chorus]

you want me nicked
you want me slammed
f*cking snitch on me and my man
how you gonna rap on drill but don’t do drills
your just a fan
whip that block with our kid
left it {?} put that on gang
put that on gang
on gang
on gang
on gang
put that on gang
hows my man trying to chat my name
what a f*cking victim
you haven’t even made no dough this year
and you look like a f*cking pigeon
tremz the cheeky b*st*rd i’ll have your ma just doing me dishes
just scrubbing me dishes
scrubbing me dishes
scrubbing me dishes

[verse 1]

{?} got me moving nuts
ask them man how we froze
i coulda just lived at the gaff but my man snitched now everyone knows
had to go back to the whip to stash the thing {?}
the bros was tryna {?} but i was told to leave it alone
they want me {?}
they want me done
i’m still alive
suck your mum
i know that i could clash yet she wants to see my weapon froze
she said who goes hard like tremz
i said no one you should know that
he got shot on her shoulder
he should show you that we throw backs
love me, love me not
it’s f*ck the world
i’ve got my squad
step out in the trackies
steal your b*tch
put that on god
bust down watch was yours at 10 that was mine by 12 ‘o clock
love me, love me not
love me, love me not
i just banged your sister now she braggin what a jezzy
i coulda tapped her mates aswell but i was too tired already
and even though we f*ck i have to tell her that she’s my g
bang his wack from a ot old school just like auntie ivy
i’m about war not truce
my man there he used to be my brother
i wouldn’t even call him goose
{?}
{?}
step out in these mallards
you couldn’t even live one day in these shoes
i smoke cali by the pound
you get gunshot by the round
scouse trappin yeah i made that sh*t
tremzy by the sound
it’s homage how they pay me
but i’d rather die a pound
pound
pound
pound
pound
pound

[chorus]

[verse 2]

lifestyle love scouse trapper
still hit l!cks even though i’m a rapper
you’se get [?} like a turkish platter
man had 14 in the slapper
it’s the new adlib madness
doing up badness
i’m just here for the money and badders
money and badders
money and badders
i love me a sweet one
but i love me the hood ones too
i step out in designer
f*ck a step out rag o too
the bullets are {?} and i’m stuck don’t know what to do
i’m back to the rusty shotty
up close chest shot you know how we do
put your foot on the brake
how’s the traphouse getting the raid
we only just started today
cut the head of the snake
someone’s snitching and waiting for jakes
i swear this feels so fake
see how the diamonds buss out the bezels {?} for me and me mates
slap it

- tremz lyrics

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